The darkness is suffocating.
Whispers seep through the cracks.
My thoughts scream irrational fears.
In the night hours, when I’m all alone,
My heart cries, my body aches, and my
Voice speaks nothing of my secrets.
“It is not the the bruises on the body that hurt. It is the wounds of the heart and the scars on the mind.”
― Aisha Mirza